User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20170110030234/@comment-2246928-20180528144825

Having seen the rat die, and knowing a death by missile when he saw one, Serrano ducked down to his haunches and looked about the greenery, an ear on the commotion of the hares' and rats' battle and a paw on his sword as he searched for whomever might have shot that painted rat.